Honesty is such a lonely word

One of the problems with careening towards menopause is that your urge to tell people exactly what you think of them is at an all time high.  I’m well into the red zone on this front.  Not since puberty have I wanted to tell people so badly, exactly what I think of them and their little schemes, and this is not necessarily a Martha Stewart good thing.

In fact, it’s probably the worst idea ever.  Trust me, if I have an overwhelming urge to scream honesty at you, you likely don’t want to hear it and I’ve been choking on it for so long, that I’m afraid you will see it scrawled across my forehead like a CNN news feed.  I can’t help but feel the need to fasten black electrical tape across my forehead, just like I do on the bottom of my television to prevent seeing the dreaded scroll.  OK, I don’t actually do that.  Yet.

I live in fear that the dyke will not hold much longer.  What is it about Mentalpause that causes the need for such overwhelming honesty?  Is estrogen really the only thing between me and a drama worthy of an Oscar nomination?  No wonder women take supplements. WWIII we do not need.   Or do we?

This transition is about reflecting on your life and your relationships and feeling the need to make a giant list of who’s in and who’s out.  As Oprah Winfrey would say; this I know for sure ….some people are about to get the boot.  It’s simply a matter of timing.

I used to wonder deeply, really try to understand, where people were coming from.  I don’t care anymore.  Come from wherever you like; just take the first door out. You’d think in a country as large as Canada, that we could somehow remove ourselves from the truly small people that are all around us.  I think I’m going have to buy me an island and Zen out for a while to ponder my list.

Whose about to get the boot?  Small-minded individuals who care only about themselves.  The greedy.  Those who impede the success of others. Liars.  People who believe that manipulation and scheming are the way to go.  Those who get a kick out of the misfortune of others.  People who ride other’s coattails.  Abusers.  Bullys. 

Notice that the merely stupid are NOT on this list.  Those making a u-turn over 3 lanes, those who cannot organize a two-car parade, they can’t help themselves and, God knows, we’ve all done stupid.

What I’m talking about here are those with egos big enough to fill sport’s stadiums who have so little sense of self-worth, that they need to prop themselves up by tearing others down.  They’ve been doing it for so long, it’s the only life they know.  Trust me, they won’t recognize themselves on this list.  THOSE are the folks that I need to disassociate myself from.